Nothing Big Going On...

Shopping is my therapy. I say, why pay a psychologist $100 an hour when I can buy shoes? They make me feel just as good. I have my own style. I'm not flashy, but stylish. I like my clothes simple, but elegant. Very girlie, but no frills and lace. My man and I met up at the mall and shopped for a few hours yesterday evening after I left the hospital. I was so proud of him. He is one of those go in, get what you need, and get out type of brothas(like most men). But, yesterday, he waited patiently while I shopped. I am on this dress craze, so I went from store to store, trying on and buying dresses. He never complained once.

I went into this store that I like to see what they had. The store has chairs right outside the dressing room, and he was sitting right across from the door. I would try something on, and come out and get his opinion, (even though I already had my mind made up), on the dress. After about the third dress I notice that there are two other ladies in the dressing room. One keeps walking out as I am walking in, and my curious behind had to see where she kept going. She was doing the same thing that I was doing. She was asking MY man how her clothes looked. He didn't reply, he just nodded and smiled, and she turned around and went back in to change her outfit. He didn't say anything. He just continued to sit there, in the way only he can. Not really looking at anything, but taking in everything at the same time. I just went in and quickly put my clothes back on and grabbed the dresses that I wanted . I made it out before she did. I walked out and told my man that I was finished, and I was ready to go. He had a little smirk on his face. He and I both knew exactly what I was doing, and I think he liked it. As we were walking away, I saw her coming out to ask his opinion on another one of her outfits. All she saw was the back of his head and and empty chair. Sorry...she better go get her own! Small gestures like that boosts his ego. He thought that I was a little jealous, which I really wasn't, I just didn't like the fact that she was asking his opinion on her clothes...Ask someone who works there...but, he liked it. I could tell. He likes the fact that I am in control of my anger these days... After that, he couldn't keep his hands off my for the rest of the trip to the mall. I just gave up because I saw that I wouldn't get anything accomplished. He wanted me right then and there, so we headed for the exit. We wanted to see who could make it to my house first....He won darnit!

He is into spontaneous sex when he really cares about a woman. He can do it anytime, anyplace. I am a little more reserved, but I am not a prude. I can't just be hiking my dress up anywhere. But,I'm not saying that I haven't stolen a moment...We have had some freaky encounters in some of the weirdest places....A utility closet...driving down the highway at night... in his parent's attic... I know that spontaneity is something that he likes, so I compromise, and go with the flow. Let's just say that I didn't get much accomplished for the evening. We ordered take-out, .and I woke up this morning feeling like a new woman!

Where are some of the weird places that you have had sexual encounters?

Do you think that sex is better when you know and care about a person, or is it better when you first meet someone and you start having sex on a regular basis?